Alicia took it upon herself to accept this invitation, though Dolly insisted it would depend on Mrs. Berry's sanction.
"Who's Mrs. Berry?" asked Muriel. "Is she a dragon?"
"No, indeed," smiled Dotty; "she's the dearest old yes-sayer in the world!"
"Oh, she'll let you come then. Tell the girls all about it, Sam," and
Muriel moved away.
"She went off and left her ice cream untouched!" exclaimed Dotty.
"She's always on the hop,—Muriel is," said Sam. "Now you girls come to-night, won't you? It's a small and early at my house. Mr. Forbes knows me, and I know your Mrs. Berry, too. Just tell her it's little Sammy's party, and she'll send you flying over."
"Tell us something about it," said Dolly. "Is it to be very grand?
We're hazy on the subject of New York dances."
"Can you dance?"
"Yes, though maybe not the very latest steps."
"That's all right, then. Put on a clean sash and come along. You won't be wall flowers!"